Kris tyson disstrack

In the shadows, plotting schemes like Tyson in the ring, Got my mind on the grind, let the chaos take wing, Mr. Beast with the feats, but I’m hungry for the crown, Dishes served so divine, they’ll turn smiles to frowns. Like a pack of the scriptures, every bite’s a revelation, Flavors hit with precision, culinary temptation, Dark vibes in the kitchen, where the secrets unfold, Whispers of the night, as the stories are told. Chopping up the doubts, watch the haters get served, Cooking up the truth, every word is preserved, Feast on the ambition, let the hunger ignite, In the depths of the game, I’m the spark in the night. Dishes plated with purpose, like a vision from the past, In a world full of fakes, I’m the shadow that’ll last, Kris Tyson in the mix, while the critics dissect, But my craft’s so refined, it’s respect they’ll reflect. or